Falling in love again, again.
I have a tempestuous relationship with the garden - sometimes I am head over heels in love, other times it causes me to despair. When the garden - (or is it my mood?) appears ragged and moth eaten I don't even want to see it.
Recently we had 5 days of almost continuous drizzle which weighted down the branches of the trees and shrubs, flattened the quaking grass into a tangled mat and caused a claustrophobic effect - as though the garden was closing in around me. Then the sun returned; so yesterday I got out the ladders, the shears, secateurs, loppers and hedge trimmer and started to reshape the garden - bringing back some definition. I also very nearly reshaped myself by falling off the ladder and almost piercing my thigh with the shears.
It gives me a great sense of satisfaction sculpting this space - it very much feels like I am making an artwork - I feel the same internal dialogue going on between hand, soul and eye when I make a painting. Sometimes I enjoy the process more than the sitting down and enjoying the garden.
In the following pictures I will try and explain what is going on in this love affair. (apologies for the quality of the photographs)
|The central block of planting consists of a mix of native annuals and perennials with added grasses densely planted to give a break to the eye as you look down the garden|
|The hedges give a solid dark background to the lighter foliage|
|Many ideas have been inspired by The Veddw|
|I like the repeated shape of the pine ends of the house and greenhouse separated by the beech|
|There are many hidden mysterious objects dotted around - references to love, life, work and spirituality|
|And in a reciprocal way the garden is now inspiring art|
Not sure if any of this makes sense fellow travellers !